Author's Note: Get ready for this one 'cause it's gonna be marked (18)
Death Knell- (noun) The tolling of a bell to mark someone's death or to refer to the imminent destruction or failure of something.
Say, can you see the cross?
Inverted solemnly
Kirsty was all splayed out before him. Her ivory silk nightgown, the only layer of clothing she wore, clung to her figure. The fabric pooled around as if it were an almost opaque layer of smoke, fog or mist eternal. Her hair, while not exactly straightened out, but not as curly as it was in her youth, rested on her back, chest and shoulders. Her face, while endured of a life of pain and tragedy, remains untarnished by time itself. If she were not a human comprised of skin, tissue, blood and bone, held together by sinew, bound by a soul, she would be the very epitome of lust, temptation and desire.
At the very least, those were of his thoughts. But seeing her now, willingly submitting to him, was that an opportunity he could not refuse. He briefly unhooked the flaps of cut skin from the hooks on the bare skin, as well as removing the hook from his navel in order to untangle the accursed leather cassock from his body. She could see his physique very clearly. He was fit for someone his age, not exactly muscular, but still athletic. After rehooking the severed skin flaps as they were, he tossed the garment to the side and removed his boots. Underneath all of that, there were no pants, surprising her. Instead, she saw on him what looked to be, some sort of chastity belt, which trapped his genitals within.
"Would you like some help with that?" Kirsty asked.
"Gladly. This infernal contraption usually takes two people to take apart, but somehow, once I put it back on, I have no problem doing so myself." He grumbled.
She raised an eyebrow in confusion. He quickly changed the subject.
"Here, you hold down this end as I unscrew the bolt holding it together." He informed.
She did he instructed, and within seconds, the belt had come undone, freeing his pierced, swollen, engorged member.
"This is what you do to me throughout all these years, Kirsty." He referred to his erection.
A symbol for the goat
Of a thousand young
"Remove your gown." Xipe Totec firmly commanded.
Kirsty did as she was told and slid out of her nightdress, discarding it onto the floor, where it lay in a pile.
He reached out for her hand, that of which she acquiesced willingly. He took her hand in his own and brought it over to his shaft. He guided her movements, stroking him up and down. Precum dripped out of the tip of his cock on to her hand. She gave it a few good strokes and a good squeeze, causing more precum to seep out. He groaned and rolled his eyes to the back of his head as all of this was happening. It felt so good to have her pleasure him like this.
"Take it in your mouth." He urged, choking on his own breath.
She did just that. He groaned as she readjusted his piercings for better access. She gingerly licked the tip of his dick before easing him into her mouth. Her head bobbed up and down fellating him, sucking him down. With heavy breathing, he tried so hard to retain his composure, and for the most part, he succeeded, but a few deep throated groans escaped him. She felt his phallus pulse within her mouth as he shot more precum.
He suddenly withdrew from her mouth.
Pinhead grabbed her chin. "Inflict some pain upon me, girl!" He growled.
"Then go stand in the corner, boy!" She commanded to him back with some sass.
He walked over to the corner of the room. He thought to himself about how far the both of them had come. The first time he met her, she was a barely twenty, let alone twenty something youth groveling for him and the rest of his gash to spare her soul, bargaining for a relative who had experienced Hell before and escaped. He had admitted that he got a little too carried away when he tried to take her the first time, it ended up with all of them getting desummoned. Oh well, they didn't leave empty handed, and she did appear again, so no big loss.
Kirsty took advantage of his mental distraction and struck him hard with the implement she had, surprising him. "Who you thinking about?"
"The many ways I would inflict pain and pleasure upon you..." He crooned.
She smirked as she thrashed him on the ass, sides, back, and arms. With each lash of the leather strip, flesh was cut, blood was drawn, and yet, he was only further away form the kind of arousal he preferred. She growled as she flogged him even harder, causing him the pain that he desired. He felt a hot throbbing within his loins as he caught another strike from the piece of leather, only this time, with his hands.
Six, six, six, Evoke the king of Hell
Strike the death knell, death knell, death knell, death knell...
"It is my turn to pleasure you now." He stated, extracting the strap from her hands.
The Hell Priest adjusted her to lay on her bare back on the silk bed. He then crawled on top of Kirsty. Massaging the inner part of her thighs, as well as her biceps, stomach and breasts. To her, it felt good, but he was just getting started. He captured her lips with a kiss, pressing his pierced tongue against hers. She returned the favor by pressing back against his mouth with her own. Pinhead pulled away for a moment, leaving her confused.
He took another good look at her face before lowering his head further towards the lower part of her body. She felt his tongue glide along her clit, massaging it. Her eyes almost rolled into the back of her head as she was feeling vibrations throughout her body. She was becoming wet enough, certainly. Sucking on her clit left something to be desired. The nails on his head were of no bother to her, as they had not been since the first time they both made bodily contact. However, one thing stood.
As with so much effort as he put, he was nowhere near getting her aroused.
"C'mon, pull out some of your hooks or something..." She whined in frustration.
In accordance with her request, Pinhead extracted a sharp hook from his discarded toolbelt and drug it harshly across her flesh, drawing blood.
"Is that all?" She dared, shivering in pleasurable anticipation.
That same hook pierced the flesh on her outer thigh. Kirsty moaned in pain, but it finally did the trick, because now she was now clearly aroused.
"And this is what you do to me, Xipe Totec." Kirsty stated in response to his earlier statement.
Say, can you hear the chimes?
Tolls now for the end
Kirsty saw stars as he eased himself into her. The slickness helped plenty with the entrance. Within only minutes, he started thrusting into her. The friction was mindblowingly exhilarating. The Hell Priest was losing it a bit himself. The feeling of electricity was coursing through their whole beings with every thrust, every roll of the hips, every arching of the back, just, everything.
He suddenly pulled out, leaving her voided and unsatisfied.
That was, until he turned her over. He was nudging her onto her hands and knees before reentering her.
"I relish this moment for all time, Kirsty. I certainly hope you do too." He whispered in her ear.
"Oh, I definitely do." She replied.
"Good." He crooned again.
The thrusting went faster, rocking and grinding against bodies. She wrapped her legs around his waist for easier, much more deeper access. Beads of sweat glittered all over her torso, soaking into the covers and his own marred skin, intermingling with perspiration of his own.
"Ah, fuck!" She mewled.
Bells call out for doom
As victor reaches womb
She rocked her hips as the thrusting continued.
"So eager for your release?" Pinhead quipped.
"Mmhm..." Kirsty mewled.
He grinned as have another hard thrust, leaving her to gasp in euphoria. The feeling of going in deeper was insatiable. He was brutal, but that was to be expected for a... Man of his profession.
If, in 1987, a psychic told her that she would be screwing the Black Pope of Hell, and enjoying it, she would be wondering what they would be smoking, and yet, there she was then and there. No doubt about it, the past Kirsty would keel over in shock to see her older self in bed, let alone a relationship with him. But alas, life does not follow society's view of what should be.
Ever since the first fuck, no man on earth has ever been able to meet the standards of her lustful, wanton desires like the Hell Priest has.
Her musings were interrupted by another thrust.
"Distracted now, are we?" The Cold Man snarked.
She simply moaned in pleasure.
Sex, sex, sex
Recieve the beast of evil, of evil
He grabbed one of her legs and hoisted it over his shoulder. She was now resting on her side, but he wasn't done just yet. He whispered in her ear again.
"Do you desire for more? I too, am desiring to go even further." He proclaimed.
Those few words stirred something fierce in the pit of Kirsty's stomach.
"Give it to me, baby!" Kirsty begged.
What culminated was the pounding of a lifetime, followed by his fondling of her breasts and ass. She felt another severe stab piercing the flesh on her outer thigh, driving her to near hallucinatory pleasure. Every time she felt that she would reach her orgasmic frenzy, she kept being pulled back in in a way that didn't tire or bore and make her come begging for more. That was the unique appeal of her infernal lover. Looking into his dark void filled eyes, she had observed the painful tragedies of a human man as well as the pleasurable carnal triumphs of a deity personified.
He returned the lascivious gaze back to her. For far too damned long, at least, in his mind, she had been overshadowed by the chauvinistic expectations of a "pure, innocent, plain Jane" ingenue, when in in fact, she was anything but. Oh, if they only knew what really went on behind closed doors, mainly involving her wretched asshat of an uncle. With what happened to her, she should have been repulsed by the idea of sex! And yet, the meetings just keep on happening. It was no secret about the relationship, just that no one dared utter a word about it, lest they face his wrath, of course.
With all thoughts aside, he focused on exchanging high pleasure.
Can you say his name?
Carrier of the light
"Say my name, Kirsty." He ordered.
"Wh-which one?" She asked in between
"It matters not... For as long as you do not call me Pinhead, or you will be denied your climax."
She giggled at that one.
"I am serious about that."
"Well, you do have pins on your head." She said in between laughs.
"Maybe I should make you beg for your release, then." He smirked.
She jokingly stuck her tongue out at him. Then she thought of something...
"Do you use those pins on your head to sew your duster together if it has a rip or something?" She teased.
"Maybe, but now, you must ask for permission to climax." He smugly answered.
Legions of his seed
A child you as spouse will feed
"Please! Xipe Totec, Make me cum, please!" She cried out.
He looked her in the eyes as he slowly and agonizingly, rocked his hips against hers for the ultimate peak.
"You and I are one... We belong with each other and no one else... Heaven, Hell, Purgatory, Limbo, Earth, they will all know about it... No man or woman will ever dare harm you or even look at you the wrong way again..." In between pants, he chanted this like a gospel.
Kirsty simply moaned in ecstasy.
"You shall bear my child-"
"Yes..."
"Your thoughts shall be of me, and me only-"
"Yes!"
"And you shall know no other man's touch but mine!"
"YES!"
S-A-T-A-N, Under spell, Of the death knell
Death knell, death knell, death knell
The audial hallucinatory ringing was heard in her ears as she reached her climax. Dragging her nails down his back as he kept thrusting for his own release...
Another climax. Then another. He growled as he reached his own peak.
After a while, the heat from this tumultuous tryst had dissipated, leaving only a light chill and something to be desired. Kirsty decided to break the long, awkward silence.
"So, um, will I be having the antichrist, or..?" Kirsty asked partially jokingly, letting the question hang. Pinhead lightly chuckled.
"You've been watching far too much Omen, Kirsty." He answered in jest, to which she chuckled a little herself.
He continued. "I am not Satan, I am merely a Priest of Hell. You are very good in bed, but that alone does not make for a feral canis aureus. They will be perfectly fine, the child. In fact, whether they desire for Hell will be their decision alone."
She nodded absently as peaceful slumber overtook her senses as she gave in to the exhaustion and drifted off. He slowly but surely slid out of the bed to go get dressed. He refastened and reassembled his metal chastity cage, donned his boots, and rehooked the flaps of skin before putting his leather duster back on. Taking one last longful gaze at her sleeping form, he soon entered the portal, departing back to Hell.
Over the times, he had grown to admire her as herself and who she was now, rather than who she used to be in lives since past before. Kirsty was her own brand of human being and he realized that now.
He was under spell of her death knell...
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